To my Depression
My dear old friend depression, why do you want to do this to me? That is the thing, I had an awesome childhood, nothing went wrong or anything like that, but somehow, I still have got this.
You make me lay in my bed, while I hear my family laughing around, I want to pick myself up and join them, but there you are again, telling me there is no point, they wont want me there again. I want to let my heart take control, but somehow you over rule it with the brain power you have taken from me.
Telling me constantly why am I worth anything to anyone, making me fear constant failure and letting people who I dearly love down. See this is the thing Depression, you have come here for no reason, why take control of me, I am only little, I can’t handle you.
Little old me, fighting you on my own. But let me tell you one thing, you will not win, no matter how hard you try to push me over the edge you will not win. I might have hit a new low recently, and suffering quite bad, but mark my words you, you have not seen or heard the last of me.
~ Monsters Living In My Mind ~